Pathy over to Reddy Fox," said Unc' Billy Possum, as he started in the
direction of Reddy Fox's house. But he made sure that old Granny Fox was
not at home before he showed himself. Reddy Fox lay on his doorstep. He
was sick and sore and stiff. Indeed, he was so stiff he couldn't walk at
all. And he was weak--weak and hungry, dreadfully hungry. When he heard
footsteps, he thought old Granny Fox was bringing him the chicken after
which she had gone. He felt too ill even to turn his head. "Did you get
the chicken, Granny?" he asked weakly. No one answered. "I say, did you
get the chicken, Granny?" Reddy's voice sounded a little sharp and cross
as he asked this time. Still there was no reply, and Reddy began to be a
little bit suspicious. He turned over and raised his head to look.
Instead of old Granny Fox, there was Unc' Billy Possum grinning at him.
"Smarty, Smarty is a thief! Smarty, Smarty came to grief! Tried to show
off just for fun And ran too near a loaded gun. "Yo' all certainly has
got just what yo' deserve, and Ah'm glad of it! Ah'm glad of it, Suh!"
said Unc' Billy Possum severely. An angry light came into the eyes of
Reddy Fox and made them an ugly yellow for just a minute. But he felt
too sick to quarrel. Unc' Billy Possum saw this. He saw how Reddy was
really suffering, and down deep in his heart Unc' Billy was truly sorry
for him. But he didn't let Reddy know it. No, indeed! He just pretended
to be tickled to